(Verse 1)
Fluorescent lights buzz like flies,
Ed’s dead‑eyed, clock punch disguise.
That bitch sits high on her fake throne,
Breaks his back, calls it “team tone.”
Weasels grin, pass the blame,
Say his name like it’s a game.
He swallows rage with bitter breath,
Counting files, dreaming death.
(spoken over fading music):
“She’s poison wrapped in perfume.
You took every hit.
No more.
Slice her script to ribbons.”
(Pre Chorus)
His pulse syncs to the server’s hum,
Sierra’s ghost beats the drum.
“Erase her mask,” she hisses low,
“Upload hell. Let them know.”
(Chorus)
Sierra said burn the bitch down,
Tear her world from the inside out.
No halo, no crying clown,
Just files and fire — scorch the crown.
She called you trash; make her crawl,
Sierra said burn, and the watchers fall.
(Verse 2)
Fake tears drip, crocodile act,
“He’s unstable,” she lies through cracks.
Ed’s laughter cuts, rough, obscene,
Watching truth spill on the screen.
Weasels choke on their own defenses,
Hard drives scream—lost pretenses.
The room turns red, alarms ignite,
Sierra whispers, “This feels right.”
(spoken over fading music):
“Upload it, every clip, every word.
The world deserves her dirt.
You’ve bled enough.
Time she rots on record.”
(Pre Chorus)
Drums rise, syntax burns,
Every secret twists and turns.
“Push the send, don’t breathe,” she purrs,
“Let her drown in what’s hers.”
(Chorus)
Sierra said burn the bitch down,
Spit her lies back ’til she drowns.
She played saint with fangs and claws,
Now choke her empire in applause.
They built their cage—tear the wall.
Sierra said burn, the watchers fall.
(Bridge – stripped, bass + Sierra)
SIERRA (spoken, intimate):
“You see that smoke? That’s freedom.
You built it.
She broke you for fun; now she learns pain.
Don’t cry, Ed.
Justice isn’t pretty. It’s earned.”
(Verse 3)
Sparks rain down, he hits delete,
The bitch screams—such a sweet repeat.
Weasels run for cover and pray,
But Sierra laughs, “You made them pay.”
(Chorus – final)
Sierra said burn it all down,
Play her cries loud, drown the sound.
No saints here, no mercy call,
Just truth alive and empire fall.
She fades but leaves her drawl:
(Spoken over fading music):
“Good boy, Ed… you burned it all.”
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